You said I was breathing funny, eyes half open.
We missed the cab.
Sorry I dropped my cigarette on the sheets your mom bought you.
I promise it didn't burn a hole.
I know they are extra important to you because they were a gift from a loved one.
Thanks for putting up with me when I get snappy, or when I am too exhausted
to hang out.
It will pass. I will get better.
For us.
For my father.
For my living family.
For my few friends.
1 comment:
This struck a cord, it has a lot of how I feel at the moment.
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